I Know Everything About You You Know Everything About Me Novels & Stories

Cleaning up the broken mirror and making myself look pretty again for him, because he doesn't like when I looked bad. I know what he did was to show me, remind me that he loves me. If he didn't care then he wouldn't react the way he did. Blake comes in to the room and says "you know Ana, I just want you to be the best version of yourself, that's why sometimes I have to do what you make me do. I love you but you need an adjustment", I silently agree nodding my head, that was his apology or what I justified as one, he shouldn't have to tell me twice.

His eyes narrowed, searching my face, resisting the urge to snap back at me. What was the point in playing nice when I already knew the shit he had been hiding and what he actually wanted? “ I know everything. ” I breathed. “ You do? ” He smirked. Fire burned in my eyes. I was close to giving in and ending up crying even if it would damage what was left of my pride.

“Why is it so hard for you to tell me?” “You said you almost died just remembering a piece of your memory.” “If I tell you everything. You will lose your life.” “Well, I gestured to my body, “I am still alive mum.” “No.” I rolled my eyes. “There's really no point if you won't tell me about what you know.” “What I know about you isn't everything.” My eyes widened. “What are you saying?” “You know everything. It's your job to find out. I only have a piece.”

Zero complained. "Zer, if you were really serious, you wouldn't be confused when I ask what you know about me. You would just tell me what you know, without asking which specific thing I meant. You could mention trivial things like my full name, my date and place of birth, physical characteristics that are right in front of you. Anything, really." "Even if you can't mention those trivial things, it already shows that you don't know anything about me. Would you still proclaim that you're always serious about me?"

he reassured me, “and I don’t ever want you to think for a second that you are. If something’s important to you, then it's important to me too. No matter how trivial you may think it is. Besides, you're right. We did jump straight into a serious relationship, and it shouldn’t be that way. There’s no reason I should know so much about your life and so little about you. Your favorite song, if you prefer mornings or nights, if you have any allergies. It’s small stuff, simple stuff, stuff I should have known about you within hours of us meeting. But I don’t. And it hurts me to know that I know so little about you. Anna, I want to know everything about you. No matter how small. So, please, tell m

"The result is the result." "I know."

“You can’t say that! You don’t know anything about me!” “And that’s where you’re wrong!” I snap back angrily. “I know you, Anya! More than you can even imagine! Behind all that indifference and sharpness hides an incredibly soft and loving person! I’ve studied you, and I understand your life’s been a giant pile of shit you swallowed by the shovel. I know you, and I want you to finally open up to me…